50 Chapter 50: Trouble Ahead

The nerve of him! was all Fiona could think as she scoped out the ballroom. There were only fifteen minutes left in the cocktail hour and then people would populate the tables. If she made contact with the person here, would it get back to Damien?

This was a public place as Declan suggested. Feeling angry and petulant, Fiona wanted to leave Declan in the dust. Were he just some guy she might. Too bad he was the brother of her best friends’ significant others. Get-togethers would be awkward.

She roamed around the ballroom, deciding that settling at the bar might help her chances of someone talking to her. This was different than just picking up a guy. She could do that without breaking a sweat. No, this was business and important to the rest of her career. Hopefully, she wouldn’t say something stupid.

Fiona stopped at the bar and ordered a soda.

“Make that two,” Declan said next to her. “I never said you didn’t have talent, Fiona.”